Daddy is being exceptionally cruel this morning…making me wait, soaked in anticipation of the attentions he has promised me.
Just one of those days...
Last night, Daddy ordered me to the bedroom to retrieve my wrist cuffs. Being the obedient little girl that I am, I quickly complied, sashaying from the room, wiggling my rear just enough to give Daddy something to think about. When I opened the drawer where my cuffs are stored, I spied my leash and collar.
Trying to understand the pleasure that sometimes comes from pain.
Thousands of miles away, on a boat off the shores of Ireland, I fell in lust with a man I will never know. His broad shoulders caught my eye first, and the roar of his laugh over the sea touched my very core.
He walked toward her slowly, savoring the curves of her body and the way her chest rose and fell in anticipation of his arrival. He smelled her sweet scent as he drew closer and he knew if he were to brush his fingers between her thighs he would find her wet arousal there.
An example of what happens to naughty girls in our household...